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The tearooms were all I could wish for and more. They were Fabulous. Dear Sweet Friend knows all these places, he takes his mother out every Sunday and explores and finds nooks and crannies and secret tea rooms and gardens and houses to visit. This place was a private house, there was no sign of a tearoom till you looked carefully at the wall and it said in teeny writing Tea Rooms. This Way. And pointed to someone's front door. In we go, and a teeny cottagy room with about 5 tables with 4 chairs each, was given over to afternoon teas. Here is where it gets fabby. The walls were Orange! And Yellow! A strong but warm shade of each. The tables had light blue and white spotty wipe clean cloths on them and the floor was still its old uneven red brick, worn with the passing of feet over the years. On the deep window sills were large patterned cushions in bright shades of red, yellow and orange, and some blue, and the windows dominated the top and left hand side of the room giving it light and air. And finally all around this tiny but glorious room were sets of crockery that looked to my untrained eye, to be from the 1930s, and splashes of colour from huge orange silk poppy flower arrangements. The tea, when it arrived, was served in wonderful mismatching but utterly perfect blue and white crockery and a big plus for me, the teapots were real teapots, not those ghastly metal things that make me want to get nasty.
The man who came to take our order wore a bright lime green shirt and I screamed. I am not going home I said to him, I am moving in here. He must have heard this many times before though, he just smiled graciously and said "Full cream tea plus sandwiches and cakes for you then, I take it?" The tea when it arrived was everything Enid Blyton tells us it should be. Yummy, in a word. Oh I even finished Dear Sweet Friend's bowl of cream with my finger as well as my own. He has manners and an off button. I don't. But he has the grace to be amused and to let me eat his cake. As we were having tea, the sun came out and shone right onto our table, and at that moment, 3.30 on the dot, the door opened and the tables were filled with elderly people smiling and chatting and looking so jolly and well dressed that I knew that this is where I was meant to live.
Before we went home, Dear Sweet Friend parked the car at the beginning of a part of the South Downs Walk and we had a little wander along the track. Gosh, he knows all about plants and nature, and it took us ages to go a few yards because he was so excited about what was growing in the hedgerows. I liked this, it was very good to have it all shown to me and explained. I am going to take Eileen out with us next time, she would love the tea and the plants and South Down trail after.
But the heavens opened and we had to find the car and go home. I had a wonderful time, and think that it was probably the best cream tea experience that I have ever had.
Thank You Dear Sweet Friend, it was Fab.